Martha Reader Novels & Stories

To my surprise, it opens. "What the ...?" I whisper. Alec steps in front of me, pushing the door open all the way. He takes a step inside, and I follow. The inside of the warehouse is creepy too. The floors are covered in dust and cobwebs, and all the furniture is overturned and broken. But despite the mess, it's obvious that somebody is living here. There are candles burning in the corners, and there's a mattress in the back corner. I can see clothes draped over an old chair, and a pile of books stacked against the wall.

She was trembling—not just a little shiver, but a deep, violent quake that seemed to come from her bones. "Hang on," I said, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. "We’re almost there." She didn't answer. She just tightened her grip on her midsection and closed her eyes. I took the next exit, a dusty turnoff that led away from the main interstate and toward a cluster of rocky hills. I knew a place. During my years hauling "special interest" freight, I’d met a few people who operated outside the lines. One of them was Martha, an old rig-driver who’d retired to a fortified ranch house. She turned it into a sanctuary—a safe house for women who were being hunted by the kind of men who don't

“Alright, don’t regret it when I keep bothering you!” "Hehe, I do hope you bother me more often.” "..." Martha led a simple life. Apart from her day-to-day housework, she mostly spent her time watching television or reading books. She was a very quiet person. Isabel briefly chatted with her after lunch, and she then went back to her bedroom. She lay on the bed and caught up on the TV shows and variety shows she had been following. Just like that, the day had passed without her knowing. Knock.

All I had were my thoughts and the echoing sound of footsteps outside the metal walls. To make matters worse, I was starving. These people were terrible hosts that's for sure. Apart from water that's been fed to me through a straw, I haven't had anything to eat. My boobs felt engorged and uncomfortable. I haven’t pumped in a while which only made me miss my son. Then there was this annoying human that I had the misfortune of meeting. Martha. Her presence filled the warehouse like a venomous fog, charming on the outside, but seething with cruelty underneath. She had walked in earlier, perfectly put together like someone attending a charity gala, not overseeing a kidnapping. The sight of her m

“I don’t even know you. Not really.” Martha’s exposure to the earth’s surface was during a time when respectable women remained chaste until they were married. Free sex was unheard of. Although living inside the earth had elongated her life span by hundreds of years, she still held onto many of the beliefs she’d been raised with while on the surface; which was why she’d found it impossible to exercise patience at Chloe’s remark. “You knew him well enough to have bed him.” “Martha!” Baqman barked. “Times have changed on the surface. I told you that.”

She replied, not making an attempt to look me in the eye. "Listen up Martha. I have principles and the king is aware of this. Whatever is mine is not to be touched by anyone else and that includes my man. So I can consider this as a first time incidence and I would not react. So kindly leave." Every single word pronounced out of my lips had so much tone of threat and it made the Martha shiver down to the spine. I watched on as she scrambled out of my sight like a headless chicken, seeking for it's head. "Stepping into the room, Rex was not asleep, he sim was reading through the pages of a book, I am yet to know it's title." I hesitated for a moment and cleared up my throat to get his attenti

. It was a terrifying, beautiful smile. "It tasted like the sun." THE WOUNDED "Help!" Kai’s voice came from the porch. We ran over. Martha was lying against the wall. Her overalls were torn, soaked in blood. The Reaper’s impact had shattered her ribs. Her breathing was wet, shallow. "Martha!" Leo scrambled to her side. "Easy, boy," Martha wheezed. Green sap mixed with the red blood on her lips. "I'm... I'm an old root. I snap easy." "I can fix it," Leo said, his hands glowing. "I can rewrite the damage." "No," Martha stopped him. Her hand gnarled and bark-like gripped his wrist. "Don't waste the juice on me," she whispered. "I'm done. The season turns." She looked at Maya. At the green child

I choose to address Martha and completely ignore Marisa. I take two steps at a time and enter my room, closing the door. Martha is Marisa's aunt from her fathers side. She's the only one who have a crap about her when her mother died, qunlike her father and sister who chose to abandon her. Martha is a tough woman, Marisa always respected her more than she did her mother, she adored her because she practically raised her while her mother ran around city to city doing her job. Maybe she'll finally put some sense into her about moving the fuck on.

I'd use Monday to sort through them before putting them out for trash - anything to keep my mind off Martha. Monday was another bad day for me. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Just as I got there the door open and Martha came out. She was naked except for a towel wrapped around her head and the sight of her high pointed breasts gave me an instant hard on. Martha noticed it and said, "Is that for me little brother?" She chuckled, "If you want to give it to me I'll be more that happy to take it."

I know that nothing makes Stefan happy other than keeping his people Happy. Martha turned to face me and smiled, “Too much information for the first day,” she said with a chuckle. “Maybe if you last long enough to not beg to be brought back to your old pack or Alpha Ethan’s pack, I might be able to tell you, but for now, here’s where you will stay, welcome to my humble abode.” Martha opened the door of her small but cozy house. I was surprised at how beautiful her two-story house was from the inside. There was a small living room on the right and a cute dining room which was adjacent to the kitchen on the left. The house was big enough for a family of three but larger enough for the two of u